Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
go. To live a little.I glance at Brooks mouth and lick my bottom lip. “A taste of a little something different. Maybe a little bit of rule-breaking.”
He lowers his face down to mine, and his hands reach up to cradle my face.
“And just what kind of rule-breaking did you have in mind, my sexy Pixie?”
I shudder, my need for him coursing through every vein in my body as the distance between us gets erased inch by inch. My defenses are breaking down and it’s all because of this tall hunk of a man standing in front of me waiting for me to give him permission. Waiting for me to just say yes. I’m more than ready to give in to anything he wants right now just to have his hands on me. I don’t deserve him or the kisses he may give me, but right now I’m too selfish to care.
“Kiss me,” I murmur.
I find myself moving before the word me comes from her lips. I’ve been waiting for this moment. Biding my time for when she’ll finally give in and let me break her one single rule. I know what this means to her. She’s giving me a little bit of herself and I won’t waste my opportunity. I don’t hesitate. I won’t give her the chance to take away this moment. I comb my fingers through her brightly colored hair and grab a fistful. My hold on her is tight but not painful, keeping just enough pressure so she can’t pull away from me. Like I said before, no take-backs.
Lightning zaps up my body, and it feels like lightning bugs are trying to escape from the prison of a mason jar.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper softly against her cheek as I drag my nose along her skin. Mia sucks in a breath, and I know she’s ready. She’s not pulling back; it’s almost like she’s waiting for it. Anticipating my next move. Sending out a frequency only I can hear.
Stupid heart trying to beat out of my chest. I can hear it in my ears. I once asked myself if I could live without a heartbeat, and the answer is no because the heartbeat is her. She’s becoming my everything. One touch and I’m gone for her, completely wrapped around her finger so tightly. And I’d fight anyone who tries to take that away. I’ve never felt more complete than when I’m with her.
I drop my mouth over hers and press softly, waiting for her to pull back. To tell me to stop. To tell me that she’s changed her mind. But she doesn’t; she leans into me. Giving me all the permission I need to beg for more with my lips. Looping my arm around her waist, I yank her closer to me. My towel drops, and it’s hanging off my fully erect mast.
Her eyes never leave mine, and I get so lost in that unending shiny sapphire color for just a second. My large hand grasps the small of her back, and I tuck her into me tighter, needing every square inch of her body pressed up against mine; the only thing between us now is my pulsing dick. My fingers drift under her short top, and I rub circles on the soft skin below me. I run them up her back and realize that she isn’t even wearing a bra.
I growl at the possessiveness I feel about my woman not wearing a bra for me. Fuck, it’s hot. Mia’s tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip, and a moan erupts from my mouth. She’s so damn sexy, and I can’t figure out why in the hell she thinks no one wants her. I sure as fuck do. I open for her, matching each tease of her tongue with one of my own. She tastes like mine. Our tongues battle it out, like lost lovers who’ve reunited after years apart, finding love after losing it time and time again. Weaving our story with the tips of tongues and heated breath.
We’re still in the living room, and I want her in bed under me so I can ravish every bit of her more. I’m drowning in this ocean of one simple kiss, and I never want to come up for air. So be it if that means the death of me. At least I’ll die with her fucking kiss on my lips.
Tiny palms sweep up my back until I feel her fingers running through my hair, nails digging slightly into my scalp. There’s a pinch of pain, but I don’t mind it. I grind into her, and she rides my thigh like she can’t hold back any longer. My mouth consumes every single one of the pleasure noises coming from hers. I reach down and pull her up, lifting her up and pulling her tighter against my thigh as she covers my leg with her excitement. I walk us to my bedroom, our lips never parting.
Mia sucks on my lip, and I’m momentarily distracted from my previous idea of stripping her naked. I delve into her mouth, ravenous for more. Laying her down onto the bed, I crawl up it with her, still kissing her. Every single one of the fantasies I had about kissing her falls absolutely fucking flat to this intense moment we’re having. Her perfect red lips are feather soft, and the moans coming from them are driving my arousal off the charts. My need for her is spiraling into a lusty haze and coiling into a demand for her body wrapped around me. I’m closer to the edge, and dear Lord, I hope she’s coming with me. I rock into her, my naked cock against her wet core.
My fingers find the edges of her oversized tee shirt and lift at the hem, pulling it up over her: no panties and no bra, double score. My eyes roam over every inch of her. There’s something different about